Winter Farewell

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

       ~ Victor Hugo
Bilious and bloated, they gas,
    “God is gone.”
Their words are poison gas,
    fouling the air; they poison
Rivers and skies;
    thistles are their cash crop.
     ~ Psalm 14:1
I am at a loss with this long dialogue 
in which we are still engaged, 
with winter.  
She lingers like a rejected lover, 
hoping for one more chance.
She blows her essence in our faces, 
she is no longer met with joy.  
Her coat trails behind her, whipping it’s tail 
like a Balrog trying to drag us, bring us down.
Our quest does not dissuade her,
she has powerful allies.
She is a like a little girl 
who must go to sleep
but wants one more story,
one more glass of water,
one more good night kiss.
What more, oh frigid one?
What more?
Let me fill my mouth with warmth,
that you will suffer not
as you fade away.
Yeah, let me fill my mouth
with hot liquid, that I might
make my own steam, both of us fueled
with living water.
Both of us learning a lesson.
Both of us still learning
in the palm of the Father’s hand.

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